Suddenly, on July 12, 2017 of Lindenwold, NJ. Age 52 years. Beloved husband of Colleen (nee Hatala). Loving son of Elaine Rippman (nee Reichert) and the late James Rippman. Devoted father of Michael. Dear brother of Donna Rippman (Jack Fullaway), Elaine Wallace (Chris), Jonn Rippman (Janet) and the late James Rippman, Jr. Son-in-law of James & Jacqueline Hatala. Brother-in-law of James, Andrea (Joe) and Maureen (Justin). Proud uncle of Lexi, Brielle, Amanda, Madison, Jenna, Andrew, Remi, Sullivan girls, Gallagher girls and Caralyn Baine who Jeff loved like a sister. Also survived by his loving pet "Ginger" and countless friends that Jeff considered family. A car buff, Jeff was a member of the Mid-Atlantic AMX Club. Relatives and friends are invited to attend his viewing Tuesday evening 7:00PM-9:00PM and Wednesday morning 8:30AM-9:30AM at the COSTANTINO FUNERAL HOME 231 W. WHITE HORSE PIKE BERLIN, NJ 08009. Funeral Mass 10:00AM St. Simon Stock Parish Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Church 178 W. White Horse Pike Berlin, NJ 08009. In lieu of flowers contributions to the family to help establish an education fund for Michael. Interment Gate of Heaven Cemetery Berlin, NJ. For additional information or to send email condolences, please visit CostantinoFH.com
Jeffrey Joseph Rippman was born on March 3rd 1965 at Our Lady Of Lourdes Hospital in Camden NJ to two of the most loving and caring parents Jim and Elaine Rippman. Who raised him into the fine person he was. Jeff was a gentleman. It did not matter if you knew Jeff for a short while or your entire life. There was something about him that made you gravitate toward him… He had a way of making a lasting impression and forging life-long friendships… His firm handshake, smile and sense of humor were his trademarks. The overwhelming love and support our family has received since his passing is a testament to the person he was…That was a direct result of his upbringing by our parents. Just Monday his childhood friends Aaron, Burt and Steve reached out to express their condolences and deep sense of loss. The same loss we are all feeling today. We are all asking the same question… Why Jeff? If someone has an answer, we would all like to hear it. Why are we all feeling such a loss? That I do have an answer for… Jeff was true… genuine. He was truly a good soul.
Jeff was my older brother by 2 years and when we were kids, believe it or not, he did have a mischievous side. I know it’s hard to believe right…. Our aunt Mary used to say Jeffrey is such a nice boy, but he has the devil in him. LOL. When we moved to MD as kids, we spent 4 days in a Holiday Inn while the house was completed. Imagine 5 kids in two hotel rooms for 4 days. Our poor mother... she should be up for sainthood…..We were getting bored. My father had the brilliant idea to get Jeff and I semi-auto plastic pistols that shot rubber BB’s yellow rubber BBs to be exact. He bought at least 500 rounds for us. We shot everything including each other. There were BB’s everywhere. The beds, the floor, the sink the tub. We soon got bored,,, but Jeff,, he came up with a new target.. Our 3 year old sister Elaine, who at the time was innocently sitting and brushing her hair in front of the mirror. Jeff and I took a position behind the couch. Jeff manages to squeeze off the shot of the century. It ricocheted off the mirror and up one of Elaine’s nostrils… Panic and mayhem ensue. Our guns and ammo were confiscated. We were in big trouble and the interrogations began. Jeff fessed up immediately and said I had nothing to do with it. That was Jeff a true brother……There are at least 100 other stories like that one.
Jeff had many interests. He was a motorsports enthusiast. He loved muscle cars, trucks, heck anything with wheels and an engine. He enjoyed helping others fix their rides as well. He was an avid outdoorsman. He thoroughly enjoyed bird hunting with Ed, his dogs Chipper and Jack and of course Jeff’s beloved Ginger. He absolutely loved fishing….. not because he was a great angler. Let’s face it Jeff was not a great fisherman. Sorry bro you weren’t… No, he loved fishing because Michael loved it and Colleen loved it too. He loved it because it was something they did as a family. Nothing meant more to Jeff than his family. He was so proud of the angler Michael has become.
Jeff was fortunate enough to have two families. Our family and his family at work. He was a dedicated employee for 37 years. Starting with Desimone BMW now known as BMW of Mt Laurel. Jeff had many positions over the years. From Lot Attendant, Service Advisor, Assistant Service Manager and most recently as Wholesale Parts Specialist. Jeff was revered by everyone there. Last night I cannot tell you how many times someone said he was my mentor, he was my go to guy, we are devastated. That right there speaks volumes of the person Jeff was. It was humbling.
Jeff was a kind and humble person who would always be there if you needed help. Whether it was pulling your truck out of the mud at 3 am, moving into a new place or working on a car. Help was a phone call away. He was the quiet large presence in the room who never sought the spotlight. I think everyone would agree with me that he is none to happy with being the center of attention. Too bad Spud… Everyone here is to pay their respects and honor you.
Jeff was my brother… He was also the best man at Janet and I’s wedding. Let’s take a second to think about that term Best Man. That is the perfect description of Jeff. He was the Best son to our mother and father. The best brother to Jim, Donna, Elaine, and I. He was the best Uncle to all his nieces and nephews. If I have to name them all we will be here til 3. He was the best friend to Jim, Ed, Wim, Dan, Scott, Steve and the list is too long to mention everyone. Most importantly, He was the best Husband to Colleen and the Best father to Michael. He was truly dedicated to them. He treasured them and the time they spent as a family. When Jeff met Colleen a switch turned on inside him. He was happy. The happiest I had ever seen. That was until Michael was born. If you look up the word Man in the dictionary. There are no words for a definition.. Just a picture of Jeff smiling. If everyone was a little more like Jeff. The world would be a better place.
Right now our father and his two sons are together with the big man upstairs. Jeff and Jim are probably helping someone with a car or truck and their father is doing his crossword puzzle watching them occasionally pulling the corner of the paper down with a proud smile. Although I wouldn’t mind being at that party. Let’s hope it’s a long time before his last son joins the party.
Rest in peace Spud.